"You have played your hand exceptionally well, Mr. Ethel," the City Mayor spoke softly through the receiver.
Rafael held the heavy brass instrument against his ear, his silver eyes reflecting the brilliant lights of the sprawling metropolis spread out below the private balcony.
The cool night breeze swept across the open terrace, carrying the faint scent of rain and ozone from the distant industrial sector.
"A good player never reveals his true hand until the final card is drawn, Mayor," Rafael answered smoothly, his baritone voice dripping with quiet confidence.
"You believe your network of informants and bought politicians makes you untouchable," the Mayor retorted, his elderly voice hardening with undisguised menace. "You are merely a ghost playing in a world built by men of tru
